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BREATHE FOR ME by Natalie Anderson and Giveaway!

We have author Natalie Anderson and she is sharing about her latest release BREATHE FOR ME. It comes with a warning though...it's super hot! And I will be giving away a Kindle gift of Breathe For Me to one lucky commenter.

BREATHE FOR ME is the first in my BE FOR ME series of hawt contemporary romance. I love writing my series books with
Harlequin and Entangled but I wanted to go a little further than what I do in
those, so this story is a little longer and a little hotter – you have been
warned! :)

Xander is one of the most playful-yet-touching
heroes I’ve had the thrill of conjuring. He ‘rescues’ the determinedly
independent Caitlin and has a whole lot of fun pulling her true spirit out—only
then he gets himself in a little deeper than he intended to…

Set in New York, you also get to meet a couple
of his friends, namely Hunter, Rocco and Logan. Logan in particular gets into
some hot water in this book! They’re a tight gang who got through their student
years working together as lifeguards in summer, then ski patrol in winter.
We’re talking hot, active men here, and given their total fitness factor,
getting attention from the females hasn’t been a problem for any of them... Xander’s
story was a blast to write, I hope you have fun reading it!

In this scene, Chelsea’s been caught out in a fire
drill just beyond midnight. Her handsome-as neighbor has carried her down the
stairs. Now that the drill is over she and the other residents are returning to
their apartments and her ‘hero’ has oh so kindly loaned her his tee-shirt so
she doesn’t feel so exposed in only her swimsuit…

Wearing his shirt was worse than underwear. She saw a
few sly looks, and knew just what half the people in the lift were thinking,
given most hadn’t seen her in the building before. Same as what she was
thinking.

That she’d come from his bed.

The elevator stopped on every floor of course, people
taking a painfully slow time to exit. She was awkwardly aware of him standing
too close because of the crowd. But even as it thinned he didn’t step away. As
she was sandwiched between him and the wall, she couldn’t back away. She grew
hotter and hotter as insanely inappropriate thoughts raced through her head.
She stared straight ahead.

Get a grip, Chelsea.

It was clear he wasn’t similarly afflicted—not with
the joking words he shared with another resident. The heat burned in her cheeks
as he walked with her out onto her floor—his hand on her back. Oh so
polite. Except for the inordinate amount of skin they were both displaying.

As soon as the elevator doors shut behind them, she
stopped and turned to face him. Oh mamma, it was damn hard to verbalize
anything when confronted by that body.

“You really don’t need to see me to my door,” she said
huskily.

He merely walked around her, strolling along the
corridor before turning back to face her, right outside her apartment. His
smile was shameless. “You’re wearing my favorite tee-shirt.”

“Oh,” she glanced down and walked the last few paces
to her door—where he already waited.

Suddenly he was standing closer than he had in the
elevator. She could feel the raw denim of his jeans brushing the outside of her
thigh. Wicked laughter danced in his eyes. Too overwhelming.

She looked down at his bare chest. A sprinkling of
hair. Flat brown nipples that she could easily reach with her tongue. And a
tan. And she’d already experienced the warmth of it, and the hard strength. It
was a chest for touching, admiring, tasting. She’d have it beneath her, above
her, his arms around her. He had such sensuality emanating from him—challenging
her.

A frisson of aggression rippled through her body.
She’d never been challenged this way. Never met anyone so blatantly wanting
with just a look and a smile.

She didn’t want blatant. When she got back in the
scene, she’d be taking it very, very easy. Not squaring off with some playboy.
She lifted her chin and pulled the tee-shirt off in a quick movement, letting
it dangle on the end of her finger.

“Thanks,” she said, totally feigning moxie.

With a grin he lifted the shirt from her crooked index
finger and hooked it into his belt so it hung like a rag down the side of his
leg.

“My pleasure.” The polite rejoinder sounded way too
intimate to be all that polite. It sounded dangerous. And tempting. He leaned
closer, bracing his arm on her doorway—so he took up even more of her vision. Dominating.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a move.”

Oh my. How was that for blunt? “Isn’t there some code
of ethics that stops you superhero rescue guys from getting involved with the
people you save?”

“I… no.” Somehow she held eye contact. The way he was
looking at her sent flickers of heat along every nerve cell.

“Anyway, I didn’t really rescue you,” he said. “You’d
have slid down the banister or something if you’d had to. Really it was all an
excuse to get my hands on you.”

“Oh, so you’ve no ethics then.”

“Guess not.” He had that total ‘whaddaya gonna do
about it’ look on his face.

And it was obvious what he was going to do
about it. The laughter in his eyes was wicked—and mesmerizing.

It was a game.
She got that. Except the sizzle that she felt wasn’t entirely playful. It was
intense. And as she stared up at him the smile in his eyes and on his lips
faded as a predatory look hardened his expression. She raised her hand. Pressed
her fingertips on his mouth. To stop him? To touch him? She didn’t really know.

***

BREATHE FOR ME

The last thing Chelsea Greene wants is to be
rescued, but that’s exactly what happens when she’s caught wearing nothing but
her swimsuit during a midnight emergency evacuation drill. Turns out her ‘hero’
is a former lifeguard who has no hesitation in offering the kiss of life. So
not happening, right?

But for emotionally chastened Chelsea, one touch changes everything. She
discovers a desire to satisfy this arrogant, demanding tease. Unable to express
her own fantasies, she finds unspeakable pleasure in serving his.

Xander Lawson exudes easy charm. He likes a woman unafraid to match his
appetite for unfettered fun. He doesn’t do complicated or emotional. But the
raw need emanating from fragile Chelsea compels him closer. He’s unable to
resist spinning a sensual fantasy world around them.

As passion spills outside their carefully selected boundaries, Xander learns
Chelsea’s stronger than he first thought.

But is she strong enough to handle the wildness
he’s always kept hidden?

Keep an eye out for BEG FOR ME (Logan’s story) coming later in the year

Also, my first release in Harlequin’s new KISS
series, THE RIGHT MR WRONG is on the shelves in June, then one of my KISS
stories going out as a freebie add-on in July’s Jill Shalvis re-release, THEHEAT IS ON

Hi Nas. Hi Natalie. I've had the pleasure of reading Breath for Me and all I can say is I.CANNOT.WAIT for more :) Congrats on your first independent release Natalie. I love that even tho the heat level is haaaawt, your trade mark humour still shines thru :)